The bag was clean on the inside and bloody on the outside. Then he used the wrapped hand to hold the handle of the crutch again and pulled out the "sword" with force.
The strong man's body stiffened for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.
He Ao took two steps back and walked back to where he originally stood.
The bright red blood flows down the silver sword body, leaving little by little, leaving only the cold brilliance.
This sword is non-bloody.
When Regit had no hope of curing his leg, he found a "blacksmith" named Underground World. He used all the money he saved to make this sword and hid it in his crutch. This is also the reason why He Ao never left the crutches after getting home.
In fact, this "sword" cannot be accurately said to be a "sword" in the strict sense. It has edges on both sides, is thick at the top and pointed at the bottom, and is not long. It looks like Short Sword and a "thorn" at the same time.
In use, the effect of vertical stabbing is better than horizontal cutting.
Of course, He Ao and Regit both call it "sword".
Compared with firearms and machinery, cold weapons can bring a sense of security to Regit, who has practiced martial arts all his life.
When the blood on the sword dried, He Ao wiped the hilt clean with the cloth in his hand, and inserted the blade back into "Cane Body" which was standing on the ground.
There was a crisp sound when the buckle on the sword hilt got stuck with the dent of Cane Body.
This was back to a plain-looking wooden crutch.
He Ao squatted down, picked up the cigarette butts that had just been thrown on the ground, and threw them into the trash can next to him.
Then he walked to the strong man with a cane, took out a twenty-yuan Federal Coins from his pocket, and threw it casually.
This is money to buy bullets.
Martial arts are killing techniques, when you really want to kill the opponent, be quick, accurate, ruthless, and fatal with one move.
Any delay is an opportunity for the other party to kill you.
He Ao walked over the corpses on the ground with a cane and walked out of the alley.
He always fought back when the other party was preparing to kill him with a gun.
In the words of Igarie, according to the laws of Chenxi, it can be regarded as legitimate defense, but there are just a lot of people defending.
He lit a cigarette again, held it in his mouth, and closed his clothes.
Although he tried his best to avoid it, there was still some blood splattered on his body, but it was not obvious.
The afternoon sunlight shone on his old cheeks, slowly elongating his back.
These killers arranged by Najia must be dealt with, otherwise they will affect his subsequent actions.
Tick-tock——
The phone rang rapidly again, and He Ao answered the call.
"Old sir, Najia's current location information has been sent to you via text message," Christos's voice came from the other end of the phone. "We will update his location changes in real time. May I ask why you need his information?"
"It's just an old man's revenge."
He Ao clicked on Bracelet and clicked on the picture just taken from the video. The picture showed the scene of Najia following the mayor into the reception room.
He Ao's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man wearing glasses in the corner who slowly opened the door.
Regit actually wasn't very familiar with this person, but this person remained in his memory forever.
Twenty-four years ago, this was the man who secretly shot Regit in the back and broke his calf.
After the incident that year, he immediately fled the gang and disappeared without a trace. For a long time, Regit thought he had left Dawn City.
Everything is back to its original point.
"Sorry," Christos realized that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, and he immediately said, "Is there anything else you need my help with?"
Hearing these words, He Ao turned his eyes to the side. It was another alley. Some dirty small tents were set up in the alley. Several dirty children were hiding behind the tents and watching him carefully.
The gunfire just now did not disturb them, they were already used to it.
Unconsciously, he walked to Aston District again.
——
Wearing glasses, the slender driver opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
Outside the car door, a young man stared at the driver with his eyes wide open. Blood overflowed from his chest and his eyes were wide open.
This is the young man who went to He Ao's house to steal something in the morning.
The driver slowly closed the door, blocking the view outside the door.
"I'll go over and take a look right away,"
The dignified old man sitting in the back seat hung up the communication. He looked at the driver in front and said, "Go to the research institute."
"Okay."
The driver nodded slightly and began to turn the steering wheel.
"Did Old Guy arrange someone there?"
Old Man asked softly.
"We have arranged five experienced killers who have blood on their hands, as well as the new Rank F's 'Raging Man' who has joined us."
The driver replied slowly, "That Old Guy was only Rank F when he was young and at his peak. This time it should be foolproof."
"It seems like you don't need to take action. I really want to see what his expression looks like when he sees you standing with me."
A smile appeared on Old Man's face, "It's a pity that he is always a loser. Even if he can stir up public opinion and threaten the mayor, in the final analysis, he is just a loser with nothing."
The driver didn't answer. He was just getting paid to do things back then.
"You have been with me for so many years,"
Old Man, who was sitting in the back row, slowly raised his hand, and a small silver square box appeared from his palm. An opening was opened on the lid of the box, revealing a corner of the folded parchment inside.
"I've got what you want. After this incident, it will be yours."
The driver looked up through the rearview mirror and saw the silver box in Old Man's hand. Then he looked away and said nothing.
His grip on the steering wheel just tightened.
Najia took back the box and put it in his jacket with a smile on his face.
It was a condescending smile that belonged to the "controller".
The vehicle stopped at a traffic light.
A double-decker bus also slowly stopped next to the black car.
Silver-haired Old Man held the crutch, opened the car window, and glanced at the black car below.
Najia, who was sitting in the car, was moved. He opened the window and looked up, but only saw the closed bus window.
Then the traffic light changed and the vehicle moved forward.
"Brother, I see you keep staring at this car. Why? What's the matter?"
He Ao As soon as he closed the car window, a confused greeting came from beside him.
It came from Old Man, a man in his fifties who was sitting next to him.
"An old friend of mine was sitting in that car. We have been classmates since middle school. He is not far from death now."
He Ao said casually.
"Is he seriously ill? No wonder you care so much about that car." Old Man sighed, "After all, we have been friends for so many years."
"Yes," He Ao opened the window and looked at the black car that gradually distanced itself from the bus, "Those are my brothers and sisters. We are all concerned about each other's life and death."